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Show THE HATPIN. There's Just a minute left to catch the train they would be on Her ticket flutters from her hand and through a crack Is gone: His fingers cannot follow it the crack is much too thin So helplessly he groans but she brings forth a long hatpin. A couple coming from the show Is startled by the shout: "Hands no! Tour money or you" life! Be quick! Dig up' Shn.ll out!" His trusty gun he's Mt behind, ho must give up his tin But at this very juncture she brings forth a long hatpin. It is a dark and stormy night and late at that when he Discovers they went visiting but left behind the key; All he can do is fret and fume and growl out curses low But she O, what's the use of telling? Tou already know. And so for hours one might write on if there wera any neod, But this is all such verse that any one one would care to reai. Tet keep in mind there's hardly any "fix" you :night get m Where Woman couldn't help yon with her true and tried natpin. |